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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Pagan Notes: Challenge 158. Baby Series 3 #248. Takes place a short time after Silent Support. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Extraordinary Times They were extraordinary young people and he could be no prouder of them if they had been his own flesh and blood. On the fateful day Sanc had fallen he had known despair for the future of his country, his friends and his family. He had wondered if the world had gone mad and had been bent on self destructing. The greed and thirst for power entertained by a few always led to the suffering and pain of many. It had been an extraordinary time and one through which he had, somehow, survived. So many had died that night as Death stalked the streets and homes of Sanc to reap a terrible toll. The Reaper had not come clad in the classic black robes wielding a scythe in bony hands, but in the form of towering machines of destruction and grim faced soldiers who slaughtered everyone they found. Indiscriminately. Where had their humanity been? What insanity had possessed so many to slaughter the innocents of a pacifist kingdom because the words of peace spoken by the King threatened men in far away rooms? Where was the sense in all that had happened in the past? Extraordinary times indeed, and they were not done yet. Perhaps the most extraordinary thing to come from the destruction would be the crafting of a lasting and true peace. It was only in the formative stage as yet, but there was progress and it was promising. Those who had survived the chaos and destruction of the war that had come to both Earth and Space now sought a lasting peace. There would be a minority who could wreck it all, making a mockery of those who had fought and died that peace might come, but they were a minority. Preventer was supposed to contain and eliminate such insurgent pockets whose leaders decided they could better rule than those elected by the people. Perhaps they were natural rulers, perhaps they had great ideas, but that did not give them the right to birth chaos, blood and destruction merely to step into a position of power and impose their will on others. Mankind's greed was extraordinary, but so too was its capacity to excel, to bring about good as well as bad. What was `good' and `bad' anyway, but words used to describe what benefited or inconvenienced you? Good and bad depended on the individual and few people stopped to wonder at the intentions behind actions taken that measured in the extreme. In times of stress people acted, reacted and survived… or died. The victor of conflict wrote 'history', naming themselves `good' and labelling those who opposed them `bad'. Between cycles repeating there was a time of growth, development and education before the peace again was threatened. Was he a fool to hope that on this occasion the peace would linger long and his grandson and other young ones might never know such a conflict in their lifetimes? ~ * ~ |
